All Chapters of OWNED BY THE GHOST: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Scott’s POVThe elevator doors closed with a soft ding that felt way too loud for me. I was still as sore as hell, my ass still tender from the way Elliot had railed me over the conference table yesterday but my body was already yearning for my employer.Shit! Why would my body be the traitor here? It was another late-night summons. Another “project review.” I don’t know if it’s normal with every art gallery because I wasn’t informed that I’d be working late often especially with a boss who always wants to fill up my ass with his cum. I stared at my reflection in the polished metal walls. Lips still slightly swollen. “You’re a fucking idiot, McAllen,” I muttered, adjusting the collar of my shirt to hide the fresh marks. Part of me wanted to hit the lobby button and walk away. Especially after remembering how he called what we have a “mistake” right after pumping me full of cum. But the rest of me, the touch-starved, hopeless part was already half-hard just thinking about his steel-

Scott’s POVThe copy room smelled like warm paper or do I say stale coffee. I was alone, photocopying some documents concerning the upcoming exhibition, still riding high from last night’s penthouse session, my ass deliciously sore, Elliot’s handprints faint on my skin. For once, I let myself smile like an idiot. Maybe he was starting to soften. The next thing I heard was the door click clicked shut behind me.I turned. Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips.“McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.”My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?”He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.”“The Ghost?” I laughed it off,

Scott’s POVMy phone buzzed on my desk just as I was packing up for the day. Unknown number. I opened the message and my stomach dropped.A blurry photo. It looked like me, bent over the meeting room table, Elliot behind me, with his hand over my mouth. The angle was bad, but anyone who knew us would recognize the shapes. Who the fuck sent this?My hands shook as I deleted it fast. Rumors were one thing. But proof? That was career suicide. For both of us. I grabbed my bag and headed for the parking garage, my mind was racing. Elliot had to know. We needed to talk before this blew up in our faces.The underground garage was dark and mostly empty because only Elliot and his family parked their cars there. My footsteps echoed as I approached. I saw headlights flashing from my back then suddenly Elliot’s sleek black SUV pulled up beside me, blocking my way.He got out, jaw tight. “Get in.”I didn’t argue. The second I slid into the passenger seat, he drove deeper into the garage, away fr

Scott’s POVThe elevator doors opened straight into Elliot’s hidden playroom, and my breath caught. Dim red lighting, black walls, a suspension rig hanging from the ceiling like something out of a dark fantasy. Padded benches, hooks, a rack of toys that made my cock twitch. This wasn’t just sex anymore. Elliot was letting me into the part of himself he kept locked away.He stood in the center wearing only black pants, his tattoos looked so beautiful under the dim light, with his steel-gray eyes locked on me like a predator. “Strip for me.”I did, hands shaking with nerves and excitement. Pulled my clothes slowly until I was naked, hard, and completely exposed under his gaze.“Good boy,” he murmured, stepping close. His fingers tracing my jaw. “Tonight you’re going to beg like you mean it.”He led me to the center of the room and raised my arms, securing my wrists to the suspension rig so I was stretched tall on my toes. Then he picked up my own paint supplies from a side table, tubes

Chapter 19: UninvitedScott’s POVRaymond’s voice was like gravel in my ear. “It’s one week, McAllen. Forty-seven grand or I do things my own way. Don’t make me come find you.”The call ended. I stared at my phone, hands shaking. The exhibition project I’d just quit because of Elliot felt like a distant dream. No money. No safety net. Just debts and the memory of a man who fucked me like he owned me but treated me like trash.I couldn’t breathe in my tiny apartment. So I grabbed my jacket and headed out into the night, straight to Zenex Tower. Uninvited. I knew I’d see him there, asides being a beast. He is a workaholic. But I needed him for something else, not work. I needed him to fuck some sense into me this night. The private elevator code I’d seen him use once worked. My heart hammered the whole ride up. When the doors opened into his penthouse, Elliot was pacing in the living room, shirt unbuttoned, hair messy, looking like he hadn’t slept.He spun around. “Scott? What the fuck